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Saturday, August 27, 2011

Vegas, Baby!


Blake and I just got back from a trip to Vegas to celebrate my 30th birthday and our 5th wedding anniversary....and a little spine conference action for Blaker. We left the Wednesday after my birthday and came back on Sunday. First time away from Will EVER and first time away from AK for more than a night. I had been diligently working on stocking my freezer with milk for this trip and I'm happy to report that they didn't even make a dent in the stockpile (I know you truly care about my freezer and it's breastmilk contents). It was hard to leave them, but I'm glad to say no one (except me) cried about it.

We stayed at the Flamingo since Blake's conference was there. We spent the first evening we got there just walking the strip and looking around. We watched the Bellagio fountain- "Time To Say Goodbye" AMAZING! The next day we slept in (this is so funny to me, because not only do we both get up pretty early anyway, we were on PST and we got up like at 5 AM feeling all refreshed and ready for the day) Got up went for a 4.5 mile run on the strip (seriously, on vay-cay? In Nevada in August? It's 105 at 7 AM, but it's a dry heat. So is my oven.). We had a yummy lunch at The County Club at Wynn where I enjoyed not cutting up chicken nuggets and a glass of Pinot Gris.
We spent most of the day lazing by the pool. This Flamingo GO Pool is not exactly a family friendly location, glad we didn't bring the kiddos. The first day we saw a girl get carted off for puking (nonstop) all over her cabana and the last day a young man get arrested for who knows what, but he resisted arrest so it was pretty entertaining. Oh and a mechanical bull riding contest- not really a some of the best decisions some of the bikini clad young ladies made. It was some super fun people watching. You actually couldn't get in the pool without touching someone. I have plenty of people always touching me at home, so I stayed out of the pool for the most part.

The next two days Blake was at his conference and I spent some time looking around The Forum Shoppes, Fashion Show and Miracle Mile shops. Amazing shopping- AMAZING. I ate lunch BY MYSELF twice. At Wolfgang Puck's Spago I had a pork tenderloin sandwich served on homemade soft pretzel bread with sauerkraut and homemade grainy mustard. If my mom had been there I would have slapped her it was so good (I'm giggling because I can't imagine what would happen if I ever slapped my mom, especially over a pretzel sandwich) We had two great dinners at Bobby Flay's MESA and Mon Ami Gabi. And we walked around in the evenings and held hands- just each others...kinda nice.

By Sunday, we were both ready to come home to the babes. I was so happy to see them I burst into tears in the airport.

Overall a great little trip! Here are a few pic's...



Tuesday, August 9, 2011

I am the King of Wishful Thinking...

Not familiar with this awesome song? Really? No? It's probably mostly famously (and only) known for being in the opening of Pretty Woman when Edward is driving around Hollywood after his girlfriend Jessica dumps him. The song is epic. No one seems to agree with me on this. I don't know, I really like the beat, tempo (it's a 90's song, tempo was a good thing.). Anyway, enough about my terrible taste in music- please don't judge me based on my playlists.

But there is a line in the song that I love: "I refuse to give into my blues/ that's not how it's gonna to be."I am rapidly approaching my 30th Birthday. Like, in four days. So, naturally I've spent some time lately reflecting on my last thirty years. I have faced birthday this very indifferently- some days it's no big deal, bring it on...other days a little blue about it. Now, don't start preaching "Thirty isn't old. You wait until ___!" I know, I know. It isn't old, but to a twenty-something, becoming a thirty-something is a little frightening. There is something about your 20's that's very magical. Life is just beginning, maybe you get married, put all you have into your career, start a family, travel. You're beautiful, you can get away with low rise jeans and wearing frat t-shirts.
What's left for my thirty's? I'll be too old and weak to enjoy life?!?! But, I have faith in that thirtysomething I'm about to become. I'm am not the old lady the 18 year old I was thought the 30 year old me would be.
I feel (and look ;) ) 19.
That's all it's about right? How old you do let yourself feel? I'm going to embrace checking the 30-39 age boxes, no longer getting carded, and the aching back I occasionally wake up with. If 60 is the new 40, then 30 is the new 10 right? I'm hopeful, wishful if you will, that in my 30's I'll only get better, wiser, more comfortable in my own skin.

To finish with a line from a great song: "I'll get over you 20's, I know I will. I'll pretend my ship's not sinking. 'Cause I'm the King of Wishful Thinking"...

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Happy 4 Months Sweet Baby Will!

I cannot fully participate in this "Wordless Wednesday" thing. As previously stated, I talk entirely too much. But I'm going to try and keep it to a minimum.

Will is four months old today!! He weighs 15 lbs, 5 oz (this is the baby who was smaller than Avery was at birth!) He slept ALL night long in his bed last night for the first time. He's still just nursing- no solids for this boy for a couple of more months. He coos and goos and smiles like crazy! He's rolling over front to back and back to front- you actually can't lay him down without him rolling his way across the room.
He's very calm and mild mannered- he fusses a little when he's hungry or sleepy, but that's about it. He's very interested in his wild sister. He loves to watch her talk and move about. He continues to be the love of all three of our lives.

And did I mention he's the cutest baby alive? No, I didn't. Well, I'll just show you...





Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Things that chap my hide...

I like to think that I'm not very easily angered/irritated, but there are a few things that totally drive me bananas.

Thing 1: People (I'm sorry, but ESPECIALLY men) who don't hold doors. RUDE! Hold the dang door. Even if I wasn't carrying an infant in a car seat and chasing/dragging a toddler along, I think you should still hold the door. Today at the post office the woman walking in in front of me looked back, saw that I was juggling a sleeping baby in a car seat and a large package to mail and she still let the door slam in my face.
Hey, thanks. You beat me to the mail counter, I hope your package gets there before mine.

Thing 2: People who park too close to your car and you can't get in. I drive a gigantic, beast of a car and I can seem to pay attention to how much space I'm taking up in a parking spot how about you and your Ford Fiesta do the same.
Disclaimer: Don't park beside me like this, I will go out of my way to 'accidentally' hit your car with my car door. It's hateful, I'm not proud, but I will do it.

Thing 3: People who don't yield to ped's in x-ings. Stop your car, wave me and my crazy crew across the street, feel good about yourself, and drive on. It's that simple.


Thank you for letting me vent. Maybe I should deal with my rage issues.


But I'll finish on a positive note. I went to Kroger yesterday to do my weekly grocery shopping. I took both kiddos along with me. They are usually angels. Yesterday they were not. But it had to be done, so I strapped Will in the baby bjorn, got my reusable bags, and went to get Avery Kate out. She wouldn't get out of the car. This was in regards to some altercation we had over Despicable Me earlier. Whatever, I smile and unbuckle her, pick her up, and carry her inside. She's screaming, kicking, pulling my dress up. A sweet little boy, about 9 ish who was carrying his younger brother stopped and asked me if I needed some help and another older gentleman also asked if I needed any help and he even got me a buggy. And as we got in line to check out Will started screaming and the sweet couple in front of me let us go ahead of them.
Thank you sweet people of Little Rock, to the rest of you, don't embarrass your Mama and remember to be courteous.